Steve is wholly disapproving. Of the situation that he is in, yeah. That he can't stop tasting blood and ashes, that he's overheated - hell, he disapproves that he's in hell. And nearly destroying the world at all, much less twice.

The disapproving look is about those gauntlets being dropped on the ground.

Mostly because it's the easier thing, but also because he'd managed to work out that this was not his reality a little sooner than Zerxus -- and had a pretty good indication by falling into hell.

"Then we're at least on the same page. I have exactly three theories and they're all shaky. Meanwhile, if we're not going to have someone breaking the door down, could I get a name?" A pause, just in case he's found A Tony. "Your name."